Mocha's Cafe

Six in the morning was never fun, exhausted from the late night before, she rose her head from her pillow with a groan. The magic she usually contained sparking around her as she continues to wake up. She covers her mouth with a hoof as she yawns the sleepiness away. Slowly hopping out of bed, she stretches her wings before folding them back against her body. Deciding to preen them after her shower, or even during, she stumbles toward the bathroom.

Scrubbing her chocolate colored hair clean, and then the same with her light brown body, she gives herself some time to relax in the warm water. Enjoying the feeling of the droplets hitting her back she thinks on a few things. Though, not wanting to run her water bill through the roof, she quickly steps out. Grabbing the towel from the hanging rack, she dries herself before facing herself in the mirror.

Or well, trying to face herself. The mirror fogged up during her time in the shower, and made it almost impossible to make anything out in the reflection. After blindly brushing her hair, she turns to leave but the sight of someone in the doorway startles her.

Again the her magic seeps out, and blue arcane fire spurts in the air before dissipating. This, of course, startling the pony in the doorway, but his expression quickly fades into an amused smile. Chuckling to herself, realizing that this pony is her boyfriend of a full year, she goes to him and nuzzles him under his chin.

His blonde curls poking at her face, and his darker brown hoof reaching to tenderly pet the back of her head. He’s always so quiet, she sometimes forgets he’s there with her. But usually, that only happens in the mornings, when her head is still clouded with sleepiness. She pushes away from him only enough to stare up into his auburn eyes.

She always loved the reddish hue there, and even more so the emotions behind them. For her, there was love, always love. He’d show her emotions he’ll usually keep hidden, and she appreciates his openness with her. To give him the same respect, she is trusting of him and open with him as well. As, indeed, they both have secrets to keep hidden from the outside world.

Regardless, she loves him for him, and tells and shows him everyday, and vice versa. This morning with nuzzling and a quick boop to the nose with her own. “Sorry if I took too long,” She begins, “If I knew you got up when I did, you could’ve showered with me.”

“Nah, I only just got up, actually.” Leaning in closer to where his lips barely touched hers, he lowered his voice to whisper with a teasing undertone, “I came in here because I wanted to see you.”

She couldn't contain her girlish giggle at his comment, and she closed the remaining distance and sweetly kissed him. Making both ponies smile when they separated. Though she smiled at him teasingly, “You should’ve come in here for a shower. Stinky.” He chuckled at her playful remark. Swiping his tail at her as he walked past her. “I’m using your shampoo, then.”

She frowned a little at this news, as in this society a mare’s shampoo wasn’t cheap. But then again, the shampoo for stallions didn’t smell too great either, in her opinion. Letting it slide just this once and watching his spotted rear disappear behind the shower curtain, she turned to give him privacy and wash up.

Gently shutting the door so the steam doesn’t make the entire room feel sticky, she proceeds for the kitchen. Firing the stove up, putting a small pan upon the fire, and opening the fridge to get some tofu bacon. Placing the strips carefully in the pan and then turning toward the cabinet to retrieve two cups.The cabinets being too high for her shorter-than-average height, however, and therefore uses her wings to boost her height and easily grab the needed glasses.

The cups were beautifully designed glass, as were most of their china. The plates having intricate artistic flows of color painted onto them, and some of the cups being stained glass, with similar scenes to match the plates. Generally though, like any other household, their cups were clear glass; only using the stained ones when guests were over.

She set them on their wood counters, and flipped the bacon as it sizzled and popped when it was ready before fishing in the fridge once more for her boyfriend’s special breakfast. She easily found the bag of inky darkness, as she knew where they hid it, and placed it next to his cup to warm it up a bit before she poured it for him. At the same time, she managed to make herself her own breakfast. A hay omelet, which tastes better than it sounds to a herbivore species. Placing it onto her plate along with the bacon when both were cooked just right and ready for eating.

She called for her boyfriend, knowing he could easily hear her through the still running water, as she opened the bag gently and poured his cup full of the contents inside. Leaving only a little more than half in the bag itself, she closed it up and placed it back in the fridge, behind everything else where no one would see it--if they weren’t looking for it, that is. Before closing the door, she grabbed the gallon of milk and poured that into her own glass.

Carefully carrying her plate of food on one of her wings, she walked into the dining room and placed her meal on the table. Sitting down in the chair just as her lover walked in and placed his cup down next to hers on the table and scooting in a chair next to her, too. He always loved to participate in the three main meals with her, even though he was on a completely different diet than she. This making him rush any activity he was doing beforehand, to spend this time with her. She lets him have this normalcy, at least.
She smiles at him, “Have a nice shower?”

“I did. I bet I smell better, too.” He chuckles, lifting the glass up to his muzzle, but looking away from her as he drinks. She looks down at her food as she cuts up a side to make it more bite-size before sticking it with her fork and bringing it to her mouth. He almost chugs the entire glass of the sticky fluid, but stops himself and lowers the glass. He takes a few heartbeats before he looks at her again, “Do you think we’ll pull it off?” He starts.

She looks up at him between chewing, “I don’t know, I think we can. It’ll be a little hard, but we’ll do okay.”
He nods at this, watching her take a sip of her milk, “The place was, what, on the market for a few years? And being the ones to buy it, I think the ponies here will like it. Once we fix it up, of course.” Despite saying this, his ears flattened slightly, and she knew he was worried. She gently placed her hoof over his and locked eyes with him, “They’ll like it, okay? We’ll have a cute little cafe, okay? Don’t worry too much.”

He gazed into her sparkling emerald eyes for a breath before nodding, squeezing her hoof slightly before releasing her and drinking the rest of his meal. Gulping down the last bit and nervously setting down his glass upon the table. She realized too late, that that wasn’t what he was worried about. Her own ears went down as she watched him scoot back and leave the table, feeling as if she failed him. When he was out of earshot--which he never truly was in this house--she sighed, and continued to finish her breakfast alone.